Yielding on My Way to Yoga

On my way to morning class, I stopped to move a turtle out of the middle of the street, swerved to avoid a swooping hawk, and drove past a couple out walking who appeared not to be enjoying each other’s company.

A witness to these moments of exploration and resistance seemed so related to yoga.  A haiku formed in time write it down and share with the class:

Turtle, hawk, human

One crosses road, one a field

The other, his arms